Rocko
“Good shit today, Sanders. Your routes were clean as hell today. You made the hard balls look routine. And that throw from the warning track? That’s a damn weapon. That’s the same energy that I need going into the season. That’s the money.”
“Appreciate it, Coach,” I called out as I wiped the beads of sweat from my face and then turned up the water bottle. I had bust my ass in practice today, and the way my t-shirt stuck to my skin proved it.
“ApPreCiATe It CoaCh,” Speedy appeared from behind me and mocked. “This nigga done went on a date last night and came in here today glowing and fucking up the expectations.” He said, elbowing me.
“Man, watch out,” I said as I continued to the locker room.
He laughed.
We walked into the locker room, and I showered before I changed clothes. Normally I wouldn’t shower in the locker room and wait until I made it home. But today, with the work that I put in, it was necessary.
I put my bag in the back seat of my truck, then prepared to drive to the resort where I would be staying tonight. I had an endorsement meeting in the morning in Napa Valley and didn’t want to get stuck in morning traffic.
My phone rang as soon as I started the engine. It was Leah.
“What’s up?” I answered.
“Are you still coming this way?” She questioned. I could hear the attitude in her voice.
“Yeah, why?” I frowned.
“I need help with something important, please. Can you stop by the office?” She pleaded.
“Aight, send me the address. I’m just leaving practice.” I said before we disconnected the call.
I was feeling her more than I expected and more than I cared to admit to myself. Not that she wasn’t a welcome distraction, but I never saw this shit coming. I thought I was dead set on what I saw in this moment, but she was slowly opening my mind to the idea of a relationship.
But I couldn’t be sure. It’s only been two months since our first date, and we haven’t spent much time together because her house was almost two hours away from mine, so I only saw her once a week.
After long days of workouts and practice, I would tell her I was tired or busy, and she responded by telling me that niggas make time for what they want.
I found myself making time for her, even if it was just an hour or two, and grabbing takeout from whatever was open by the time I left the stadium.
I would say that I don’t know what it is about Leah, but I know exactly what it is about her.
Not only was she beautiful, but she also had her own shit going on.
I respected that she was a hustler and built her business from the ground up.
When we’d talk throughout the day, she’d tell me she had to call me back to give out quotes or do walk-throughs.
I could hear the pride in her voice when people talked to her about her business.
She was passionate about it. I like that about her.
For now, we’re still keeping it light. We kissed from time to time, but that’s as far as it went. We have no titles for what we are, and that’s exactly where I want to be. But she asked me the other night if I was scared of commitment.
That was the furthest thing from reality.
I wanted a family. My father raised me alone.
My mother was a drug addict who walked out on us when I was just five, and my youngest sibling was only two.
Growing up in a city like Compton, Pops did everything he could to keep us from becoming another statistic.
He made sure we knew the difference between right and wrong and how real men behaved.
With that came lessons about family. His two favorite sayings were: “The best thing you can do for the streets is to stay out of them” and “The only gang a grown-ass man should be loyal to is his family.” I took heed to those lessons, but crazy enough, my brother didn’t.
I remembered when we found out Shaun joined a gang; Pops beat his ass so bad he wrote a letter to the gang leader to quit it.
Pops made sure I knew the strength of a unit and what it meant to be the head of a household, and if I ever needed a reminder, he was one call away.
Commitment wasn’t the issue here. I know that the run that I’m on right now is so personal that committing to someone and expecting them to take whatever I can give them ain’t right. I’ve seen it happen.
I’ve dated over the years, and they all claimed to understand, and then somewhere along the way they wanted more, and I couldn’t fault them for that. Although Leah was slowly starting to open me up to the idea, I never wanted her to wait around for me to decide when the time was right.
I pulled out of the stadium, went to her message, and clicked the address. Her office was closer than her house, but I was glad that it was in the direction that I was already headed. It was about forty-five minutes, so I turned up the volume on To Pimp a Butterfly and rode down the interstate.
I made it to her office in forty, and she was already standing outside looking like she wanted to cry. About thirty large boxes sat in front of the office. When I got out of the truck, I stared at her.
“I know. I know. My assistant didn’t realize the shipping address had defaulted to the office. I stayed late and came outside to this. I literally cannot lift them; I’ve already tried.” She pouted, holding up her broken and bloody nail. “Can you just put them in the lobby before the rain comes?”
“I got you… Grab the door for me.” I leaned down and picked up the first box. I can’t lie, when I saw them, I thought she was being dramatic, but this shit is heavy as hell.
She jogged over to the door and pulled it open.
Once the first one was down, she smiled.
“What the fuck is in these?” I asked as I headed back out to grab the second one.
“Marble centerpiece bases.”
I didn’t say anything else; I just stacked the boxes one by one in the lobby until I'd done them all.
“Thank you for responding to my damsel in distress signal.”
“You’re good,” I assured her.
I waited for her to lock up the office. She was about to walk to her car.
“I’m staying about an hour away from here at Meadowood. Come stay with me tonight.” I offered.
“That’s close to my house. Let me change and shower, and I’ll come see you.”
I nodded and watched her get in her car, then pulled out behind her.
I switched the GPS to the resort and got back on the road.
The rain started to pour as soon as we got back onto the main road.
But the storm didn’t bother me; I was more focused on the fact that I had just invited Leah to the resort.
I kept feeling this pull toward her that I couldn’t deny, no matter what I tried.
Tonight, I just felt like it was about to boil over.
***
The phone rang from the nightstand just as I was getting out of the shower. I wrapped a towel around my waist and then went to pick it up.
“Yeah?” I asked.
“I’m here,” Leah said quietly.
“Give me a minute. I’ll come out and meet you.” I said, drying off, then threw on joggers and slides.
When we walked back through the resort, her eyes roamed the space.
“This is beautiful, Rocko. It looks so quiet and private here.” She noted. I opened the room door and let her walk ahead of me.
She looked around, then turned to me and smiled.
I could tell she'd just showered. Not only could I smell the soap, but she was in her natural state.
She had no eyelashes, no makeup, and her hair was pulled up into a ponytail.
She had also changed out of her business attire, wearing only a crop top and loose-fitting joggers.
Still, she was the finest woman that I had ever laid eyes on.
We went over to the couch, and she sat beside me and crossed one leg over the other.
“Why are you all the way over there? Come here.” I said.
Instead of coming closer, she came right into my lap and kissed me.
I deepened the kiss, grabbing her by her waist and holding her in place as my tongue slid in and out of her mouth.
Her lips were soft as fuck, and the lip shit that she had on them tasted like strawberries.
I could feel the precum oozing from the tip of my dick.
She cupped my chin, then broke the kiss before biting my lip. Our faces were inches apart when she gave me that same look through the glass that attracted me to her from the get-go.
“Fuck me, Rocko.” She pleaded.
“You want this dick, Leah?” I asked, glancing toward the erection in my pants. I asked because although I knew the sexual tension between us was there, she told me that she hadn’t been with anyone in the last few years. I had to be sure.
“Yeah.” She confirmed.
I chuckled.
“Take your clothes off, ma,” I instructed and slapped her ass through the joggers, making a moan escape her lips.
She stood from my lap and brought her shirt over her head, and then she pushed her pants over her hips and stepped out of them.
She was already fire fully clothed, but when she undressed, my dick throbbed.
Her breasts were pretty, her areolas had been tattooed to the shape of a heart, and it was almost the sexiest shit I had ever seen.
The only thing sexier was her stepping out of those pants and the sight of her pussy.
Pretty, waxed, already glistening and pierced.
I gripped my dick to ease some of the pressure building and then pulled down my shorts, letting it spring free. The look that she gave me when I did it made me shake my head as I reached into the pocket of the pants I was wearing and grabbed a condom.
I put the corner in my mouth, about to tear it open, when she interrupted me by dropping to her knees in front of me.
Before I could stop her, she kissed the tip of my dick, sloppy and wet.
“Leah…” I warned her.
“Hmmm?” she panted; it was more of a moan because she had the head of my dick already in her mouth.
She didn’t give me a chance to respond before she licked from the base to the tip and then swirled her tongue around it. Leah was fucking dangerous, because instead of telling her to stop so I could slide on the condom, I said the exact opposite.
“Take it all.” I coached.
She smiled but didn’t listen. Instead, she teased me for a little longer. Dipping her tongue around the head, letting the precum dangle from her tongue. I watched her with low eyes as she maintained eye contact, then opened her mouth and throated my shit like a pro.
“Fuck.” I groaned and gripped her ponytail, making her moan against my shaft.
She never looked away; instead, she kept her eyes focused on me as she swallowed my dick whole.
I threw my head back and then fucked her mouth.
“Shit, Leah…” I groaned as she sped up. I could feel the tightening of my nuts, and I knew that it wouldn’t be long before I came.
“Suck that shit. Just like that. Make me nut for you, baby.” I said as I fucked her mouth harder, going deeper. She didn’t choke or stop me. Instead, she moaned louder, went faster, and flattened her tongue.
The feeling of her full lips wrapped around my dick damn near felt better than draft day, and I was fighting the urge to moan like a bitch.
“Get up, ma,” I warned her just as I was about to cum.
She didn’t move. If anything, her eyes darkened, and she pulled another stunt. She gripped the base of my dick and continued to suck me.
I felt my stomach clench; I knew that it wouldn’t be long before I came. I tightened my grip on her ponytail, then cupped the bottom of her chin. She caught every drop of it.
“Gah damn, Leah.” I groaned, damn near out of breath. But the shit didn’t end there. Leah sat on her knees in front of me with a mouth full of cum. After I came, she didn’t stop sucking; instead, she let the cum fall back on my dick and slurped it up.
My body shook when she did it. Then she swallowed and looked at me with a satisfied grin before slowly rising, heading to the bathroom, and closing the door behind her.
I fell back on the couch, trying to catch my breath. Leah was a fucking demon, but the night was just getting started.